Four years......
The island had become my home. A place I could refer to as home and more. It was a great place with wonderful creatures. Everyone has gotten used to me and vice versa. I felt a sense of security and belonging around everyone.
Their good hospitality made me forget where I came from and how I ended up on their island. I would run again if time gives me another chance. Though I missed him sometimes.
Sometimes I get curious about what would have to become of me if I hadn't run away. The ring moon pack, my once home and forever grateful. I guess it was better I did run because if I hadn't, who knows, I might have ended up somewhere unsafe.
I was almost sixteen, the most convenient state for a werewolf to shift. Every she-wolf in my place would be looking forward to meeting
